Sniffing for trouble

Deep in Qwest Field’s underbelly, Freddie and Quincy were hard at work, peering into crevices, cocking their heads at every sound.

By 4:45 p.m., the two Labrador retrievers — on call to sniff for guns, bombs and other explosives — had had a long and fruitless day, though Quincy, a 9-year veteran of Seattle police investigations, was valiantly wearing a 12th man pin on his leash and wagging as his handler described a great career finding pipe bombs.

Freddie, only 5, seemed more distracted. The Twelfth Man is often a little too loud for his sensitive ears.